#watchoutforkarma
There is a man
Who likes to pretend
That he's pure and holy
When really his mouth only spews out baloney
*These hands of mine,
a thousand men have bested
and thrice that the ladies
they have pleasured!*
This man likes to wear all white,
And on his head he props a halo.
He hides his forked tongue in plain sight
With which he claims to be a fine ole fellow
*These friends of mine
All shapes, all colours, every walk of life
All indebted to me
Oh! Without me,
they couldn't survive!*
But like the viper in Aesop's fable
Your trust he repays the only way he's able
With your paramour he'll try his luck
Rejected he'd say "All I wanted was a free ****
*No matter, for with any luck
The old lady will let me out
There are girls who've taken my buck
And they'll take it again without a doubt*
So of this false angel be wary
A conscience he has not
Web of lies and deceit his main plot
For he has no friends only quarry
***Here lies A
Certainly a class Act
For when the reaper came to play
You can be sure no one wept***
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 2:03 PM UTC